These aches of mine

Deliberately quiet, improper thoughts swirled through her mind. Deliciously torturous thoughts, of him. An ache of want, catches her breath. She would wait.

These sins alive in me, whisper want, of you.

A simple ❤ can mean so much, a like, a love, a tender touch.

"What can I write, that has not been written? I think by now, you know I am smitten."

"As she closed her eyes, and began to dream, she dreamt of being a woman. For him."

"I'd like you, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner too."

"At this very moment, her silence was filled with tender thoughts, of him."

"He, was her wildest dream."

"Knowing he saw the pureness of her heart, brought her an incomparably, tender peace."

Carefully gathering her velvet thoughts, silken words, and shimmery sighs, she gently placed each one in a black satin pouch, with a scarlet ribbon. As she pulled the ribbon tight, she decided this is where they would stay, until she decided to share them, with him.